I have been so lonely, can’t feel this bottle in my hand.

Tears glaze my cheeks in the mirror, sorrow dries my soul like sand.
 

Countless times I’ve mouthed the barrel, or gripped the pills in my hand

But always I fail, oh lord I’m weak am I a man.

 

     In the evening, I chase my demons all away

     But in the morning, the face of one I can’t escape.

No passions left to fight onward, a better world if I die

No sorrows for the living, for they are stronger than I

     And as I stand still, a shallow pulse beating slow.

     I hear the winds cry, and call me onward to my home.

 

Through these years I have been fighting, to myself have I lied.

Alone still I have only, my self to hold me when I cry.

 

The time is here for me to make peace, as I listen to the rain.

No more can I stand proudly, so now I die alone in vein.  

     In the evening, I chase my demons all away

     But in the morning, the face of one I can’t escape.

    
     And as I stand still, a shallow pulse beating slow.

     I hear the winds cry, and call me onward to my home.